Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Dining With William Blake I Think

[to William Blake]

-let beauty flood the world I heard an angel say

when I was small
and the trees bent down to me crowned with

new starriness in the fields

not far from home;
let beauty flood the world I prayed

beside my bed and I was tucked in

by my mother quite unafraid.
and marring no stillness at the soul's centre.

-oh how you have how have you

left too many things behind I
heard you cry not thinking that
I heard, illuminating saint of words 

but the trees glistened with the

self-same glistening-
and the birds

mary angela douglas 1 october 2013